Keesh-Ae Dil Hai Mushkil(SS)💞💔💖(Completed✔️)

Shot 3- Exposures!!

My heart stopped. My first thought? Maybe my sister had come back, maybe he'd found her. Maybe just maybe my life could be saved. But the person who came out however was blonde and wearing clothes that anyone would shy away from. Naksh came out and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist . There was a slight clumsiness to his walk, a tell-tale sign of him being drunk. She seemed like a greedy bar dancer or escort who had been paid by him. I waited for the pain to come but it didn't, I felt nothing. He could do whatever he wanted, I didn't care I tried to be that way but one thing Wat bothered me is wherever we are loyalty and ethics of marriage remains the same,those vows though forced upon us were meant to be obeyed..
I tore my eyes away from him and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Sometime later as I was randomly changing the channels on TV, I heard the sound of something shattering from outside. I started panicking, realizing that I didn't want to see either.

The sounds continue to come, loud sounds of things being thrown on the ground, of objects being violently broken and that's when I realized that it was enough. With a determined look on my face I left the safety of my room, only to find the living room in complete apocalyptic condition. Everything had been turned inside out and everything was reduced to pieces. Lamps were broken, vases were shattered, paintings strewn across the floor and cushions ripped open. In the middle of  the hall  stood Naksh, looking absolutely furious and when his eyes found me, his rage if it was possible increase or rather multiplied.

I was terrified. He looked so angry, so furious that it automatically sent a chill down my spine. I began to walk away from him, retreating carefully so as to not attract attention but I wasn't careful enough. He caught up to me before I could make it back to my room, grabbing my arm and pushing me against the wall. I felt sickened as I smelled the alcohol , his grey eyes boring into mine. I cowered against his touch, his grip on my arm never losing its firmness.

"N..Na..Mr.Singhania" I whispered, hoping he'd catch the pleading in my voice.

"Shut up! " He all but yelled at me and I instinctively closed my eyes, terrified of what was going to come now. Would he hit me? Did he hate me so much?

"You ruined everything." He growled, running his free hand through his hair.

I looked at him questionably, tears stinging my eyes as I fought to hold it all together. I'd been dreading this moment, waiting for him to break and blame me for ruining his life. I wanted to tell him that this was as hard for me as it was for him but I doubt he cared. The alcohol in his system had taken away his rationality and there was nothing I could do to make him see sense.

But he instead of breaking out his anger on me he went on his knees breaking down letting the tears in him out..

"I couldn't be with that girl I brought home! I couldn't touch her without the guilt eating at me. You did this to me." He spat and I was left speechless.

"I'm not like this..It was all one girl for me Im not like my dad..But all becoz of sister usne mujhe kya banadiya aur tum ho kon kahan se ayi ho mere life mey..why do we have to stay under one roof..Ur just a liability on me.."His last word echoed in my ears..

He pushed himself off of me and struggled to walk straight, he was about to fall when I quickly ran and caught him, his weight crushing me. He muttered a few more incoherent things; things.
I tried my best to support his weight and struggled greatly to get him to my room, which was closest to where we were. I managed to get him on the bed, laying him down though more roughly than I intended. I took off his shoes and placed a blanket on him.

I stared at the sleeping form of my husband and hard as I tried I couldn't find it in myself to be angry at him.
He wasn't at fault, what he'd been subjected to was not what he'd earned. He hated me I knew that and I was far from loving him but there was something I needed to do, something which would heal his heart,I couldn't see him this broken.Coz I feel broken too inside I could relate to his pain but dint get drunk and drained this way,this where people say Women are more stronger to face situations..